GEETANJALI - Algernon Charles Swinburne Poems


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  Obstinate are the trammels, but my heart aches when I try to break them.
  Freedom is all I want, but to hope for it I feel ashamed.
  I am certain that priceless wealth is in thee, and that thou art my best
friend, but I have not the heart to sweep away the tinsel that fills my room

  The shroud that covers me is a shroud of dust and death; I hate it, yet
hug it in love.
  My debts are large, my failures great, my shame secret and heavy; yet when
I come to ask for my good, I quake in fear lest my prayer be granted.